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The Generator
Asshewaited,sheobservedthefirsttricklesofthepanicthatwassoontoengulfthecity:therewereautomobilesdrivingtoofast,someofthemloadedwithhouseholdeffects,thereweretoomanypolicecarsspeedingby,andtoomanysirensburstinginthedistance.
ThenewsofthedestructionoftheBridgewasapparentlyspreadingthroughthecity;theywouldknowthatthecitywasdoomedandtheywouldstartastampedetoescape—buttheyhadnoplacetogo,anditwasnotherconcernanylonger.
ShesawFrancisco’sfigureapproachingfromsomedistanceaway;sherecognizedtheswiftnessofhiswalk,beforeshecoulddistinguishthefaceunderthecappulledlowoverhiseyes.Shecaughtthemomentwhenhesawher,ashecamecloser.Hewavedhisarm,withasmileofgreeting.Someconsciousstressinthesweepofhisarmmadeitthegestureofad’Anconia,welcomingthearrivalofalong-awaitedtraveleratthegatesofhisowndomain.
Whenheapproached,shestoodsolemnlystraightand,lookingathisfaceandatthebuildingsofthegreatestcityintheworld,asatthekindofwitnessesshewanted,shesaidslowly,hervoiceconfidentandsteady:"Iswear—bymylifeandmyloveofit—thatIwillneverliveforthesakeofanotherman,noraskanothermantoliveformine."
Heinclinedhishead,asifinsignofadmittance.Hissmilewasnowasalute.
Thenhetookhersuitcasewithonehand,herarmwiththeother,andsaid,"Comeon.